"That's the problem. That 4-0 result tonight was politics, nothing else. Whether you are involved directly or indirectly you have an effect. Because of a pissant town, this club will never win anything until you get rid of that crap.
What one might call a piano if they hate the way they sound.
George, that asshaberdasher is playing that goddamn pissano again!
Makes me want to grab a double-barrelshotgun and hose down that stupid dumb instrument or at least run to the head and make a pair of aural tampons out of some bungwipe so I can enjoy the rest of the concert in peace! $@#!(@%#(*
A pissant is described by Kurt Vonnegut in his novel, Cat's Cradle, as follows:
"A pissant is somebody who thinks he's so damn smart, he can never keep his mouth shut. No matter what anybody says, he's got to argue with it. You say why you like something, and, by God, he'll tell you why you're wrong to like it. A pissant does his best to make you feel like a boob all the time. No matter what you say, he knows better."